And through timeless words and priceless pictures / We'll fly like birds not of this earth / And tides they turn and hearts disfigure / But that's no concern when we're wounded together / And we tore our dresses and stained our shirts / But it's nice today, oh the wait was so worth it
Friday, November 26
My brother managed to score a 259 in the PSLE. That's pretty high, considering he spent his pre-PSLE days playing soccer.
Ah wells. The genius of the family. Haha!
As for me, I'm just barely surviving. I'm counting down. Just 1 more week.